This is my best stab at describing Lee Harwoods' reading, sans ideology. We
arrived a tad late, and others kept arriving whilst he was reading.
He read in the Old Combination Room of Trinity College - which is a fine
voluminous room, and LH's voice tried to fill it and I had to concentrate. Half
way though, an American asked him to speak up.
The poems - AFAICT - were mostly Brighton ones, and some from his recent
illness. His last poem - and his best, I think - was the one for his daughter. I
enjoyed it mostly - I didn't enjoy his previous reading as much, even though his
performance was better then. Maybe I concentrated better this time. I think
he's suited to smaller venues. His voice doesn't fill big rooms well.
He wore a green shirt.
At 1999-04-28 10:22:45, Robert Sheppard <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
# I also disn't follow Keston's remarks at all.
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# Perhaps somebody could tell us what Lee read, who was there.
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# Robert
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Roger
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